The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

As if he was grabbing onto a chick, Sandra held Samuel and turned around.

Then, he saw a tall and burly disciple standing behind him.

The disciple had chiseled jaws and almond-shaped eyes.

With his extremely cold expression, one could tell that he was a nasty person at a glance.

“You are?” Sandra looked at the person in front of him.

When Samuel saw the person, his eyes lit up.

Then, with a flushed face, he said with great difficulty, ”John… John… Save me…”

John did not even spare a glance at Samuel.

“Someone wants me to break one of your arms and legs, and hand over those spirit stones that don’t belong to you.

Are you going to do it yourself, or do you need my help?”

”Oh?” Sandra glanced at Samuel.

Samuel was so terrified that he felt his soul almost leaving his body.

When he felt the murderous intent that Sandra emitted, Samuel felt his internal organs tremble.

“No… It’s not me… It’s…” Samuel was about to mention Peter, but at the thought of the consequences being worse, Samuel bit his tongue.

However, the fear in his eyes was obvious.

Although Sandra was not as proficient in the pathway to immortality as these disciples who were in the sect for a long time, the wisdom of the ways of the world was common sense.

Hence, when Sandra saw Samuel’s expression, he gave it a quick thought and instantly understood.

The disciple Samuel addressed as John was probably sent by his support.

After all, Sandra was also suspicious as to why Samuel, who was only a mid-level first-stage Pulse Control Realm cultivator, would have so many spirit stones?

Did he really think all the peak first-stage disciples were blind and foolish?

Sandra realized that Samuel was only the lapdog of the disciples in the higher realm than him.

John, his position was naturally slightly higher than Samuel’s, and

tossed Samuel

stronger than 50 days ago, his seemingly casual action caused a loud bang, and Samuel smashed to the floor

bled again, and his body hurt so bad that he could not

at John and sneered, “Breaking my arm and leg? If

words, but Sandra repeated it to

Sandra was afraid, and he showed a proud and menacing

“Don’t worry about it.

disciples of the same sect will at most only deduct

someone will you

to be deducted, and after I’m done,

Sandra quietly remembered the

at your stance, it seems that you’re not planning to act

rude!” John roared, “Witness the strength of a

swiftly appeared in front of Albert, and

even arrived, the

falling after one another, giving

to have condensed into a block of steel plate, wanting to block Sandra from

John attacked, Sandra felt that although Samuel and John were of the same realm, their difference in their strength

they would have admitted defeat Unfortunately for John,

his eyes were cold as he used the Ursa Major’s

founder’s blessings, Sandra’s Ursa

his footwork had a sense of indescribable elegance and

the Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadows seemed to be constantly changing, and it was impossible to know

John’s expressions instantly changed.

movement like Sandra’s, nor had he heard of it

attacked, there was no reason to

dozens of palms which immediately caught

of more than dozens of palms condensed into one slap in mid-air, and it violently

Bang!

muffled explosion, and visible airwaves were formed, rushing toward the

did not manage to hit

he slapped the

that John struck, his figure swayed

It was a phantom!

this time, he heard a

out of the sect, you’ll already

every hair

around, John was